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im getting somewhere with it

ok 2024 mental crisis is done im coming back and making a multimuse

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ok 2024 mental crisis is done im coming back and making a multimuse

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Oh I am not responsible for the person ill become when the new rgg game drops.

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This is me when I consider replying to drafts are months old after I vanish for some while

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i miss u ichi

& @sosordid ! Substory unlocked: IF LOST RETURN TO OWNER

❝ Was I away for that long? ❞ Time sure flies when you're fighting a bunch of guys half your age over a video game you've wanted to play since the day you were born. It's like no one respects their elders these days. ❝ Sorry, I didn't mean to make you wait. See, this game got released when I was in prison so I never got to play it. Now that I think about it, I should also get the console, and then we can play it together! ❞

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❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . - Kiryu

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ( source. ) & @shininginyourlight

Kiryu-san is in the hospital. It doesn't matter how many times he repeats the sentence in his head, it still doesn't feel real. As if this is all a joke, and when he returns to Japan, Kiryu will be waiting for him at the airport with everyone else. They'll go to Survive and talk about what they've all been through. It sounds unrealistic, and Ichiban knows it, and yet, he can't stop himself from hoping for a better ending.

This has been a possibility ever since Kiryu revealed his diagnosis to him and Tomi, back at the hotel room in Hawaii. It feels like it happened so long ago; no wonder he stopped thinking about it. As though a disease could be cured just by ignoring it.

He's heard the legends about the Dragon of Dojima, the one who killed his patriarch and went to serve time in prison. Ichiban never quite understood what could drive a person to kill the patriarch of their family. Just the thought of doing that to Arakawa causes him distress. Like he could ever point a gun at his father boss.

After meeting him, however, Ichiban knows he must have had his reasons to do so; he's an old-school yakuza, one who values honor above all else. He'd never kill a family member just to gain power. One day, he's going to be brave enough to ask him about it, but right know, he needs to be there for him.

❝ I want to see him. Do you think they'll let me? They have to, right? ❞ As soon as the phone call ends, he turns around to face everyone in the room. They've listened to the conversation, so there's no need to update them on Kiryu's condition. That still doesn't change the fact they all look worried. ❝ Don't worry guys! I am sure he has people by his side, like Nanba and the rest. That's why everything's going to be all right. ❞

He has to believe that. If he panics, the others will follow.

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if you asked me for my lighter, mate, i gave you my fire

independent multimuse roleplay blog that features muses from rgg studio's games, including: zhao tianyou, nishikiyama akira, makimura makoto, majima goro, sawamura haruka, tomizawa eric, kiryu kazuma, and yagami takayuki // mixed canons and potentially canon divergent // written by pudding // 16 years of roleplaying // crossover friendly // multiship // oc selective

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❝ Yo! ❞ Without hesitation, Ichiban raises his right arm, waving excitedly at the newest guest. He's running towards him, almost tripping over while trying to avoid stepping on a green dondo bug ( he makes a mental note to return to it later with his bug catching net ) and stops a few steps away from the guy.

❝ I see you've already met Mukku. Don't worry, I know he looks a little creepy, but he's not dangerous at all! ❞ Well, he doesn't think he is, at least. Also, did he just hear the guest mentioning Sujimons? If he's a trainer, then maybe he can help him defeat the Professor's previous student. That's a conversation they're going to have later; the most important thing right now is being an awesome host.

❝ Welcome to Dondoko Island! Name's Ichiban and I'm one of the people in charge around here. I'm going to make sure you have a great time! ❞

IT SEEMED LIKE THE PERFECT IDEA ON PAPER. Visit Dondoko Island! Enjoy a weekend away from it all! Bask in tropical sunshine; go caving, go fishing, go exploring; savour the peace and the convenience of a micro city in paradise! How could Ash possibly resist? Especially with those strange looking creatures on the poster. He'd never seen such ... goofy looking Pokémon, but far be it from Ash to turn down a lazy break coupled with the prospect of adding to his already bursting 'dex.

Yes, that's certainly as much as he thought. Perfect on paper, but in practice? Ash is already screwing up his expression the second he sets foot on that beach. What he thought was a Pokémon waves to him, and he can already smell the mildew in its bright red 'fur'.

He squints. He clicks his tongue. He sighs.

" ... well, that sure is one weird-lookin' 'mon. "

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❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. - Tomi

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ( source. ) & @shininginyourlight

He's been staring at the ground for the past ten minutes or so, and although his friends must be worried by now, Ichiban can't bring himself to get up. The last few weeks have been nothing short of eventful. Now that everything's over, the weight of his decisions is starting to catch up with him.

Lost in thought, he barely notices Tomizawa sitting next to him. When he does, Ichiban turns his head and blinks a few times. What's he doing here? He said he was going to sleep so he can be rested tomorrow before leaving.

❝ Tomi... hey. ❞ There are many things he wants to say, but he doesn't know where to start. He wants to apologize for putting everyone in danger, but he also wants to thank Tomizawa for sticking by his side, no matter how dangerous things got.

❝ You know you're always welcome in Japan, right? I mean, not like I have a say in it, I'm not the prime minister or anything like that. ❞ This is getting awkward. It feels like he's begging to hang out with Tomi in the near future, which perhaps, he is. They went through some wild things together and it would be a shame to never get the chance to see him again. He likes to think the feeling's mutual.

❝ What I mean to say is, I'd like to see you again. Chi-chan too, although I guess she's going to be busy with family stuff from now on. ❞ He doesn't know if they could have achieved half of what they did without Chitose's help and the same thing applies to Tomizawa. The reason he managed to push through is because he had his friends by his side through it all. And besides, he's happier to see that Tomi seems more at peace now, having finally dealt with his own problems.

❝ Remember when we talked about camping? I think we could do that. ❞

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❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair .- from Zhao

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ( source. ) & @shininginyourlight

He must have spent hours in the dungeon, searching for valuable items to trade later once he was back in the village. Somehow, Ichiban managed to carry everything with him, even though it shouldn't have been possible. His inventory space is limited, but it looks like he got lucky today, and he's not going to question that.

The exit is right in front of him, but as soon as he gets close to it, a deep roar makes him turn around instantly. He knows the source of the sound before even seeing it: a dragon. And not just any dragon, but the most dangerous out of all the beasts in the realm: the Dragon of Dojima. Many have tried to fight the creature through the years, and only a few managed to come back alive. Ichiban is one of the lucky ones. To this very day, the bards still sing songs at taverns about his encounter with the dragon.

Without thinking about the consequences, Ichiban grabs the sword that mysteriously appeared in front of him, and charges towards the dragon. If he's going to die, at least he'll die a brave hero. He shouts at the dragon, but for some reason, it comes out as a murmur more than anything else. It doesn't matter, because he's so close to-

A sudden yet gentle tug on his hair pulls him from his dream, but he's still not entirely awake. Did the dragon kill him? Is he in the afterlife right now? None of the thoughts going through his mind right now are comforting. Another tug on his hair, and Ichiban shifts slightly, more aware of his surroundings than before. He catches the intruder's hand before he has the chance to touch his hair again.

❝ Huh? What? ❞ That's when he notices Zhao staring down at him, looking like he's going to burst into laughter any second. Ichiban would be embarrassed if he wasn't still tired. The urge to hide his head under the pillow is pretty intense, too. Instead of letting go of his hand, however, he intertwines their fingers, and stares at them for a little bit. Getting a good night's sleep is so much easier with Zhao around.

❝ I was having such a cool dream. I think I won against Kiryu-san! ❞ Think being the keyword, because the outcome of the dream is a little vague, and the more he thinks about it, the less confident he is in what actually happened. ❝ ... Or you woke me up right before he kicked my ass. Hey, that means you'd be a great guardian! ❞

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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I love how 15 year old Ichi is the angriest teenager you've ever seen in your life and it takes one questionable role model to turn him into puppy who seeks validation at all times and only wants to help the people around him. He just wants to have a place where he can say he belongs without worrying about losing it.

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Like a Dragon: Infinite Wealth | ▶ dev. Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio

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❝ Yeah, that's true. I guess they've got other things to focus on. ❞ Like for example the Millennium Tower, which is still the most impressive building in the city. Ichiban also heard a passerby talking about going to Kamuro Hills, which must be one of the new places in Kamurocho. Ironic, now he's the one who feels like a tourist.

❝ I guess I felt the need to talk to somebody. ❞ Even if he didn't say it out loud, it was easy to see; whether he likes it or not, he's always been an open book. Sure, he tries not to overshare when meeting new people, but somehow, he always fails. Some of the guys in the family called it a flaw, back in the day, but Arakawa never saw it as such. Ichiban really misses him. ❝ Besides, I think we have more in common than you may think. I don't know if you can tell, but I also did 18 years. ❞

"Sentenced?" Kerry was quick to question. Had he misunderstood? Maybe his translation was a little off. He'd been doing his best to practice up his Japanese before getting here, but clearly he must have been thorough as he'd wanted. "I don't--" before he could question further, this guy started off about something completely different.

Looking back toward the building, he was a bit confused. ...Well. It was a really pretty place to be born, he guessed. He didn't have a damn clue as to what it'd been before, but he guessed there were way worse places to end up popping out.

"Huh... really a shame it's in such disrepair, then," Kerry offered unhelpfully. "You'd think they'd put in the effort to make it look nicer, but guess it's not their priority." Which felt stupid, but he wasn't gonna go that far verbally. Ain't his city, ain't his country. Definitely wasn't his place.

"So you're just... visiting? Or you just came over 'cause y'saw me gettin' a look?"

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This is not the first time he's doing this.

Even so, Ichiban knows better than to ask questions. Sawashiro made sure to teach him that there are moments in life when it's better to keep his mouth shut, and this seems to be one of them. The captain wasn't the kindest, but he sure got his point across. For all he knows, the guy could be a former member of the Tojo Clan, doing shady jobs to survive after being kicked out of the family.

He might not agree with his methods, but he gets it. And he's going to help him.

❝ Y-yes. ❞ Although Kuroiwa told him exactly what to do, Ichiban still feels a little unsure about the whole thing. He reaches into the man's pocket, at the same time doing his best to avoid eye contact. When he finally finds the wire, he spends a few seconds silently staring at it, before moving his attention to the stranger bleeding before him. Once again, he feels the need to ask questions he knows he shouldn't.

❝ You must be exhausted. ❞ That's all Ichiban says before accepting the knife that's been offered to him, and splitting the wire down the middle, just as instructed. If only Sawashiro could see him now. He'd probably be impressed by how well behaved he is, given the situation. Why is he still thinking of that? It's funny how almost two decades have passed, and he's still seeking the approval of people from another life.

❝ Are you sure this is a good idea, though? The wire might cut into the skin. I'm no doctor, but I still think we can find something better. Maybe I can quickly run to the drugstore- hopefully it's in the same place... ❞ He's still holding onto the wire, unsure whether he should offer it to the guy or not.

Something tells him he doesn't have a choice.

blurring together like watercolors, kamurocho's typical neon lights bounce and bleed off it's perpetually-wet concrete, it's shiny windows and solid doorways; kuroiwa transforms from an inky streak into a blot, stuck at ichiban's side. it's as if he's the wound, and ichi the bearer, how closely his body follows--the sensation is so foreign that it feels like he' burning on the inside. anticipation bundles snake-like in kuroiwa's chest, and he's sure it's just the radiating pain, but--

surely, he'll want something for this, in the end. nothing was free in this world, and especially not in kamurocho.

mitsuru bears the ache, his focus flitting between the path they follow, ichiban's hand cupped at his hard hip, and the weeping stings of pain. with a grunt, he ignores ichi's question, prying himself away to turn and settle on the first thing he sees that will bear his weight, an empty stack of yellow slatted cartons likely intended to carry alcohol. it scrapes the concrete noisily, but takes his weight otherwise.

from his utility belt, he produces his knife. it is clean of blood, shockingly. he wedges the tip at the seam of his shoulder, slitting a clean line through the stitching, and yanks the sleeve clean off his button up. it comes away easily, white wisps wriggling in the wind. kuroiwa yanks the tail of his button up free from his belt and quickly unwinds enough buttons, bottom-up, to expose his wound. he folds the sleeve into a neat square and presses it over the rift, using his palm to staunch the piece of cloth like a tourniquet.

' reach in my pocket. ' kuroiwa's voice is steadier, more clear, and certainly more demanding. ' there is a long wire. take it, and use my knife to split it down the middle. ' at that, he presents his knife. it's a fine stiletto, black as night, deadly sharp, virtually glimmering.

he wasn't going to tell him it was a garrote wire.

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❝ Unique, huh? ❞ Ichiban can think of a few people who fit the description, too. The only difference is that he can't see them anymore. Hearing Daejeon talk about his family is comforting - it must feel nice to have a place to return to. Of course, things are never as simple as they appear to be, but he's not going to press further.

❝ Even if it didn't work out, I'm sure he's going to make a name for himself. I mean, look at me! I'm a high-school dropout and I turned out alright. ❞ That's when it occurs to him that the person he's talking to is the same detective who's been interrogating him for the past few hours. It's possible that their definitions of success differ.

❝ ... Okay, maybe I'm not the best example, but you get what I mean! ❞ He lets out a nervous laugh, before going back to his cup of coffee. It's pretty cold by this point, but Ichiban is still going to drink it because he's not about to waste Daejeon's money. That would be rude of him, especially after seeing his softer side.

❝ You should give me his name so I know where to go when you're busy. I can play bodyguard and make sure nothing happens to him if you're worried. ❞

Makes sense , huh ? Daejeon was a provider for most , so maybe his overbearing nature peels through a bit too much. Dabbing the corner of his own mouth he folds the napkin and places it on his empty plate - reaching for his coffee to give Ichi his full attention. ❛ That you know of ? .. ❜ Seems tough.. Ichiban must come from a rough childhood , which would shine a light on his behavior. Ichiban presents himself as someone no one has ever looked out for. ❛ I see. things are complicated like that. Don't feel obligated to talk about your past. ❜

Ichiban's history would be processed by his partner anyway. Witness credibility and whatnot. Sipping he turns to look outside the diner's window , a black night illuminated by the sound of sirens and city lights. It's large , dangerous , and lonely .. the detective cannot help but wonder about his younger brother's safety as they speak. Ichi acted so similarly to him. ❛ He's .. ❜ brows furrow , ❛ unique , very expressive and passionate. Briefly , he was in college to pursue the same as me - it didn't work out. ❜

All of Daejeon's childish fantasies of working as two detectives with his little brother make him laugh a bit. They'd never grow to fruition. ❛ He is starting up his own agency. A new private investigator. ❜

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❝ The flavors I like? Hmm.. ❞ The question got him thinking. He accepts Han's drink and takes a sip, and the taste is as good as he expected it to be. Now he's not even sure which drink he likes more. Ichiban returns the glass, and moves his hand so he can scratch the back of his neck. What does he like?

❝ I don't know. I guess I like a little bit of everything? ❞ Sure, he knows there are some strange flavors out there, but he chooses to focus only on the ones he knows. It's not the first time he drinks a cocktail, but the whole thing feels new to him.

❝ I didn't get to drink for a long time, and by the time I finally got out of prison bars changed a lot. They feel more sophisticated now, you know? ❞ And yet, it feels like he's the only one who notices the difference. At least in Hawaii, everything is new to all of them, so he's not alone in this. ❝ If I didn't know you, I'd say you're the type to buy a fancy drink and take a bunch of pictures of it. ❞

Open minded; sitting in plain sight scarce felt as if it would be a positive choice given their want to remain below the radar - - but 't was true and precisely as his company said - - - it all had a manner of working out in the end; in its own dishevelled, unexpected way.

Reaction times, as swift as they were, were somehow not quite enough to anticipate Ichiban and his motions; the sudden appearance of a cocktail glass nigh in his face a surprise in the very least. But Han was long used to such, and accepts the glass with nary another word. He may as well indulge.

"Its very sweet-" He comments, offering his companion the drink he'd chosen for himself while he places the other glass safely back unto the table. "What sort of flavours do you usually enjoy-?"